The girl awoke to the smell of something salty. She heard the gushing of waves onto land and felt smooth sand run through her fingers. She sat upright and took in her surroundings.
"Where the hell?" The girl stopped mid sentence to see her clothes were torn and ragged. She quickly stood up and turned around to face a... Town? She walked towards a man stumbling around the stand and cursing.
"Fucking shit ack fuck." The mans words were slurred as he kept falling. The young girl looked at him curiously not fully understanding how people let a man stumble around at the beach. The man's eyes quickly shot up to her and he had a strange look in his eyes. They were brown, bloodshot, and glossy. He started to trudge towards her his hands held out and chuckling.
"Oi lass," the man said with a raspy voice, "You look strange. With half bald and torn men's clothes you look *hic* Beautiful. You a wrench? A pirate lass? I got something you can ride!" He then started to laugh while the girl backed up. She turned around and sprinted towards the town. The man gave chase after her but he was much slower.
She kept running until she ran face first into a tall tanned man. His face had scars and he wore a red bandana. He caught her and looked behind her at the man.
"So giving chase to a young lass? What's wrong with ye?" He said voice thick with an accent. The girl couldn't pinpoint Scottish or Irish. The man bucked up while still tripping a little. He snarled and spat next to him looking the man in his eyes. The man above whispered into the young girls Ear.
"Go on over to the side. Things May get ugly." The young girl nodded and stepped to the side. The drunken man threw down his ale and rolled up his sleeves.
"You wanna fight *hic* little Man? Let's go!" The drunken man walked forward and threw a fist at the nice man. The nice man caught it and twisted the drunk mans arm around and shoved him to the dirt. The drunken man was thrashing and yelling curses at the nice man. The nice man gets up and gives the drunk a warning glance. The drunk looks at the young black haired girl.
"You've not seen the last of me." He says then walks off. The nice man turns toward her and chuckles.
"Dont worry he's wasted off 'is damn mind. I'm Kidd. James Kidd." The man said jutting his arm out. The girl shakes it warily before stating her own name. The young man gives her a look up and down.
"Well Cynthia lass. Let's get you some clothes." He walked the young girl to a tailor and they got measurements for her clothes. They had to sit on a bench and try shoes. James was walking around trying to find the right pair. He found a pair of heeled leather boots and set them at her feet. She put them on and Started walking around. She jogged, jumped, then threw her legs in the air high. James watched her intently.
"I like them. What do you think james?" The young man nodded his head while staring at the strange girl. Just then the tailor came back with some clothes. A long sleeve button down, a corset, men's pants, a hat and bandana. He took both of them to the back and put the girl in a dressing room. It was big with a chair and mirror. The only problem was she had no idea how to put on the clothes.
"Um James.. I dont know how to put these on." James opened the door and stepped in and tried to take Cynthia's shirt off. The young girl held her hand out in a stopping motion and looked at him like he was crazy. James looked at her curiously the widen with realization. He took off his shirt to show bandages.
"I'm not really James Kidd. My names Mary reed. I'm a lass. Not a lad." He.. She.. It said.
"Um.."
"I'll explain later." Mary helped Cynthia put the clothes on. They both looked in the mirror and stared at Cynthia.
"A cutlass and a few guns and you'd fit right in!" Mary said throwing her shirt on. They both stepped out of the room the tailor standing there mouth agape. Mary tossed him a few coins and walked out of the store a curious girl behind her.